Seeds of Change

The pack school was a short walk from the main house, a cheerful building filled with pups ranging from five to fifteen. As Luna, I was expected to visit regularly, to show interest in the next generation.

In my past life, I'd loved these visits. The innocence of the children, their honest affection, their simple joy. It had been one of the few parts of being Luna that felt real.

Now, walking through the doors to enthusiastic greetings, I felt the weight of what I knew. These pups would grow up in a pack that allowed their Luna to be murdered. Some of their parents had stood silent while it happened.

But they were children. Innocent.

"Luna Sera!" Little Emma Martinez, seven years old, came running up with a drawing. "Look what I made!"

It was a crayon picture of a white wolf, clearly meant to be me, standing under a full moon.

"It's beautiful, Emma." I knelt to her level, genuinely touched. "Is that me?"

"Yes! The teacher said, You have the prettiest wolf form in the whole pack. Can I see it someday?"

In my past life, I'd promised to shift for the children during the next full moon run. I'd never gotten the chance. They'd killed me first.

"How about next month?" I said, making a promise I intended to keep this time. "During the full moon celebration. I'll shift for all of you."

Emma's face lit up like Christmas morning. She hugged me spontaneously, and I felt something crack in my chest. These children deserved better than the pack politics and power games that would eventually destroy their Luna.

They deserved better than what I was planning.

But I couldn't save everyone. The Moon Goddess had been clear: the timeline would resist changes. I had to pick my battles.

"Luna Sera, we have questions for you!" Tommy Reeves called out from where he sat with a group of older students.

I rose and walked over. Tommy was twelve, bright and curious. In five months, he'd nearly die from pneumonia. That was one death I could prevent without changing too much.

"What kind of questions?"

"Are you really blessed by the Moon Goddess?" a girl named Sophie asked.

The question hit closer to home than she could know. "We're all blessed by the Moon Goddess, Sophie. Every werewolf carries her gift."

"But you're the Luna," Tommy insisted. "That means you're special, right? More blessed?"

You have no idea how special, I thought. And that's exactly why they want me dead.

"Being Luna is about service," I said carefully. "About caring for the pack, protecting those who need it, making sure everyone has a voice."

"Even the omegas?" Sophie asked, and there was something sharp in her young voice.

I looked at her more closely. Sophie Chen, ten years old. Susan Chen's daughter. Their family was omega ranked, the lowest in the pack hierarchy. In my past life, I'd barely noticed them, too caught up in trying to be perfect to see the struggles right in front of me.

"Especially the omegas," I said firmly. "A pack is only as strong as its weakest members. If we don't protect and value everyone, we're not really a pack at all."

Sophie's eyes widened. Several of the omega children sat up straighter.

The teacher, Mrs. Williams, looked surprised. This was apparently not the usual Luna rhetoric.

"My mom says omegas don't matter," one of the alpha-born children said dismissively. "She says we're better because we're stronger."

"Your mom is wrong."

The classroom went silent. Mrs. Williams looked alarmed. I probably should have been more diplomatic, but something in me had snapped. These children were being raised to perpetuate the same hierarchy that had crushed me. The same system that would let a Luna be murdered and do nothing.

No more.

"Strength isn't just about physical power," I continued. "It's about loyalty, compassion, resilience. Some of the strongest wolves I know are omegas who've survived things that would break an alpha. Rank doesn't determine worth. Character does."

Sophie was staring at me like I'd just told her the moon was made of cheese. Several other omega children looked close to tears.

Mrs. Williams cleared her throat. "Well. That's certainly... an interesting perspective, Luna."

"It's the right perspective," I said calmly. "And it's what I expect to be taught in our pack school. Are we clear?"

She swallowed hard. "Yes, Luna."

I spent another hour with the children, answering questions, looking at their schoolwork, making mental notes. When I finally left, I felt both exhausted and energized.

I'd just made my first real change to the timeline. A small one, maybe, but significant. I'd challenged the pack hierarchy, planted seeds of different thinking in young minds.

It felt good.

Dinner with Damien that evening was exactly as I remembered. He was distracted, checking his phone repeatedly, giving one-word answers to my attempts at conversation.

In my past life, I'd tried harder. Asked what was wrong. Sought reassurance that everything was okay between us.

Now, I simply ate my meal in silence and watched him.

After the third time, his phone buzzed, and he smiled at the screen. I set down my fork.

"Important pack business?"

He looked up, surprised by my tone. "What?"

"Your phone. You keep checking it. Must be important."

"Oh. Yes. Just... coordinating with some of the neighboring packs about the upcoming summit."

Lie. I could smell it on him.

"The summit isn't for four months," I said mildly.

"Preparation is key." He tucked his phone away, finally giving me his attention. "How was the school visit?"

"Educational. I had an interesting conversation with the children about pack hierarchy."

"Oh?" He cut into his steak, only half-listening.

"I told them that omegas are just as valuable as alphas. That rank doesn't determine worth."

Now I had his full attention. "You said what?"

"You heard me."

Damien set down his silverware. "Sera, you can't undermine pack structure like that. The hierarchy exists for a reason."

"To keep certain wolves in power and others subjugated?"

"To maintain order. Stability." His alpha tone was creeping in, that edge of command he used when he expected obedience.

It didn't work on me anymore.

"Order built on inequality isn't order. It's oppression."

"Where is this coming from?" He leaned back, studying me. "You've never questioned pack hierarchy before."

"Maybe I should have."

We stared at each other across the table. The mate bond hummed between us, confused by the tension. His wolf wanted to dominate, to make me submit. Mine wanted to challenge right back.

This was new. Different. Dangerous.

I was pushing too hard, too fast. I could see it in his eyes, the confusion mixed with suspicion. I needed to dial it back before he started asking questions I couldn't answer.

"I'm sorry," I said, softening my voice. "I've just been thinking a lot lately. About my role. About how I can be a better Luna."

The tension in his shoulders eased slightly. "By telling children their rank doesn't matter?"

"By making sure every child in this pack feels valued." I met his eyes. "Isn't that what a Luna should do?"

He considered this. "I suppose. But be careful, Sera. Change the wrong things, and you destabilize everything."

"I'll keep that in mind."

We finished dinner in strained silence. Afterward, Damien claimed he had paperwork and disappeared into his office. I heard the lock click behind him.

Making phone calls. Probably to Vivian.

I went to our bedroom alone, pulling out my mother's journal again. I had six months to prepare. Six months to find the others like me. Six months to become strong enough to survive what was coming.

And when the time came, when Damien stood before the pack to reject me, when Vivian smiled her triumphant smile, when they moved to wrap me in silver chains?

I would be ready.

You are Selene's daughter. You bow to no one.

I whispered the words like a prayer.

Like a promise.

Like a threat.

TO BE CONTINUED...